Every time she tried to quiet down her cries she found herself sobbing louder, choking violently over her own tears and shivering under the cold mantle of abandonment. Even if she had worn said mantle many times before it still stung her skin and wrinkled her heart every time she had to put in on. After being born to a single mother and waking up one morning to an empty den she should've known it wouldn't be the last time she'd have to wear the humiliating mask of loneliness
She had been optimistic, or maybe just naive when leaving the haunting feeling of being alone locked in the bottom of her heart, left to rot. Now, with her body draped in the dusty coat of solitude, she swiveled her ears forward to grasp Blue's last apologetic words. Though the yearling didn't need to look at her (she wasn't) to know the words were sincere she felt like there were still things left unspoken.
"Be a good mother to those children" she barked, no longer being able to refer to them as siblings. She had suddenly been struck by the sensation that she had been fooling herself all along, she had never had a mother. Monique had pulled her out of her womb and Blue had raised her during the great majority of her life but both had failed to fullfil the prime requirement of being a mother.
Being unconditional.
